Paradise Found

Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)

2017-04-18 14:20
The  Waste  Land I.The  Burial  of  the  Dead   April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with...

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

2017-03-07 20:49
How  Do  I  Love  Thee?   How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and...

William Blake (1757 – 1827)

2017-02-04 18:51
                                                        The...

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1790 – 1850)

2017-01-02 12:40
I wandered lonely as a cloud   I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake,beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.   Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on...